Royal Castle, Meeting Room...
The grand chamber was deathly quiet. Leon, Adwin, and a dozen high-ranking nobles and generals sat around a massive obsidian round table, each staring at the walls, the ceiling, or the grain of the wood; anywhere but at one another.
'What the hell is this even about ?' Leon wondered, already bored.
*Knock-knock.*
Every head snapped toward the double doors.
"Come in," Adwin ordered.
The doors swung open. A young man in his mid-twenties strode in, emerald hair tied back, matching green eyes bright with excitement. In his arms he carried two faintly glowing crystal orbs and a rolled-up white cloth.
"Good evening, my lords," he said, bowing low. "I am Ruben, Lord Adwin's nephew and I will be your host for today's meeting."
Adwin smiled proudly. "Ruben is the finest magical artificer of his generation. He makes things that people can't even think about."
Leon gave a neutral reply as he looked at Ruben "I see."
